Songtekst:
Koor:
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
Ooohhhh poor boy
Because I easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me... to me
Paul, Bassie, Adriaan:
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, oooh, didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Good-bye everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oooh, I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Paul, Adriaan: Gallileo
Bassie: GALLILEO
Paul, Adriaan: Gallileo
Bassie: GALLILEO
Paul, Adriaan: GALLILEO FIGARO,
Paul: MAGNIFICOOOOOOO
Bassie: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Paul en Adriaan: He's just a poor boy from a poor family
---> Hier is Adriaan heel duidelijk te horen.
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Bassie: Easy go, easy go, let me go
Paul en Adriaan: Bismillah! NO, WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
Bassie: Let me go!
Paul en Adriaan: Bismillah! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
Bassie: Let me go!
Paul en Adriaan: Bismillah! WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
Bassie: Let me go!
Paul en Adriaan: WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
Bassie: Let me go!
Paul en Adriaan: WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO
Paul: Let me gooooo
Bassie: Oh mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Allen: Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
For me, for meeeeeee
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh, baby, can't do this to my baby
Just gotta-get out, just gotta-get right outta here
Paul, Adriaan, Bassie:
Nothing really matters to me, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows.
Op het laatst zingen ze per ongeluk uit de maat.